Two orcs, dressed in the same red chain shirts as members of the Bloody Vengeance, raced down the center aisle, waving their cutlasses and howling like all of hell was behind them. Additional duos crash through each of the temple’s four windows.

“What perfect timing!” shouted Kham. He wheeled to train his pistols on two incoming orcs. “I’ve been looking to bag me some greenskins.” He fired two pistols, downing two of the orcs.

“Vindicatio manus!” said Scarbelly.

Vlad charged at Captain Scarbelly, only to have a magical force obstruct his path. Magical sparks met the edge of his blade as he tested its resilience again and again.

“Since when does Scarbelly cast spells?” asked Dril to no one in particular.